A post about everyday bravery seems profane today, when I can’t stop thinking of the heroes who ran toward immense danger when everyone else ran away in terror. Of their astounding courage and selflessness and sacrifice.
I’ve been trying to imagine living ten years without someone beloved: a son or daughter, a husband or wife, a parent, a sibling, a friend. And the determination it must take to get out of bed day after day despite great loss.
I remember the countless ways that everyday people helped each other in the days and weeks following 9-11 and how the sense of community made my heart swell and twist.
May we all be safe, and blessed, and as kind to each other as we possibly can be.